Wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoy...ng the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that they are in a story, and notice the reader at times. Not to insult you, but couldn't you do something about the punctuation and spelling though?I have a better idea, how about you voluntere damn how do you spell that anyway how about you offer to edit for me? Actualy, if I had to nitpick. A few yards above where she had dived in, she headed to shore.Climbing the river bank, she reached up to gather her hair into her hand and spun it around tightly, wringing the excess water from it. The coolness of the river clung to her, rivulets ran down her body raising goose-flesh along her breasts, her nipples were now tightly puckered into dark stones. Reaching into her pack, she pulled her bedroll out and spread it on the ground. Next, she pulled out a bundle of clothes and the fedora.. "I think she's just playing up the 'posh' card," Charlotte mumbles."I've been around women like her my whole life. My mum... Gah. As much asI love her, she WAS very 'upper middle class'. Would be pleased that I'min a shop like this, but, you know, girls like Abbey-Gayle and Alice,with her accent... Hannah and Mary too, they've got very working-classbackgrounds." And, of course, yours truly," I mumble."You're from a well-off, middle class family," Charlotte shrugs. "AndYOU. ARE. A. GIRL. Those. Every day you see the same boring neighbors, have the same boring routine, go to the same boring cook outs, BBQs and with the same people every holiday and weekend. God you wish something interesting would happen. Just be careful as sometimes wishes come truYou have just turned 18 and have entered your final year of high school. Your a typical teenager. You get decent grades, a part of the soccer team, and a member of a few societies.You live at home home with your mother Mary. Who your friends.